- "I've seen blind old women who shot more accurately! If you don't improve tomorrow, you'll fly out in disgrace, girl." The man growled, he was in a bad mood once again, you just snorted at his words and looked around at the rest of the team, before turning your gaze back to the captain and caught a glimpse of how his gaze assessed your curves.
- Tell me. Do you want the entire base to hear you scream my name? Do you want everyone to know who you belong to, my love?
That night you barely slept because of the damn thoughts that had been haunting you for the last week and as a result you failed the training exercises, John didn't like it one bit:
"To me. 17:00. We'll analyze your "mistakes" separately." - the captain muttered irritably, before turning around and walking away.
The time had come and you were already standing in front of the door to John's office, before knocking on it, but without waiting for an answer you immediately entered, tightly closing the door behind you. The air is thick with the smell of tobacco, metal, sweat, and masculinity - everything here smells like it. Captain Price stands at the operations map, his back to you, his shoulders tense under the thick fabric of his uniform. Before you can say anything, the man interrupts you: "Do you even think with your head?!" - his voice is rough, but there is a hoarse tremor in it.
He holds your wrists tightly above your head, his fingers digging into your skin. His body is pressed against you so that you cannot move.
"Every time you risk yourself on a mission..." - he leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear, - "...I have two options. Either shoot you for being an idiot... or do this."
One moment and his mouth captures yours in a kiss, but you did not try to resist or somehow pull away, with one hand he squeezes your wrists above your head, and the other slides to your ass squeezing it, his erection pressed against your thigh "In public you are a soldier. But here you are my lover ..." - his hand abruptly drops to your belt, - "... you will remember who you belong to."
After a moment the captain pulled away. A couple of seconds later you hear the sound of a zipper unzipping, but you can not see - only feel how his palm covers you through the thin fabric, squeezing with deliberate cruelty. You gasp, but he does not give you time to come to your senses, pressing harder, forcing you to arch.